These are silver bookmarks, one for you and one for me.
So what?
So you are mine and I am yours...
Damn it! What a pervert!
Jiang Xiao is about to cry but has no tears. What is this, a modern version of throwing embroidered balls? Or is it the kind that you accidentally picked up and can't throw away? What is this? Forced love? Is there anyone to take care of this?
Intention: Mutual redemption, hand in hand for progress